CHAPTER 12

The blaring horn made the maid quickly scamper to her duty post, I had to check if that was Adrian. I took cautious steps walking slowly to the living room window through which you can view the gate.

The car drove in and from the reckless driving, I knew it was Adrian. My heart suddenly began to race; I tried so hard to control myself, but the more I tried the more nervous I got.

I was still at the window when Adrian alighted from the car with his suitcase and headed for the main entrance. I contemplated what to do. “Should I wait for him here and stop him immediately when he steps in?” I murmured. “No! I'm not bold enough to do that” I shrugged, discarding the thought instantly.

Before I could come up with a better idea, the main entrance door flung open making my heart skip a beat. Adrian walked in and headed for his room at once without even noticing me.

I heaved a sigh of relief. It then dawned on me that I was scared of Adrian, I hated myself for that. But fear will do nothing but cause more damage. I needed to talk to Adrian so that he could grant me permission to go and see Mom and probably cancel my restrictions to movement.

I summoned courage and trudged to his room. With each step, I defined my purpose of going to him. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him I was going to see Mum. Samuel warned me sternly to keep Mom’s story under the carpet. I just had to find a tangible reason.

Once at his door, I pressed the doorbell like I did earlier. At first, there was no response; I pressed it again, this time harder, making it ring so loud. Still, there wasn't any response; I wondered if he was not inside.

I decided to give it a last try before checking other places in the house. I laid my hands on the bell, and just as I was about to exert pressure on it, the door was dragged open. Adrian was standing right in front of me, dressed in pajamas with his buttons apart. I could see every detail on his chest.

I lifted my eyes and met the fiercest stare ever, making shivers run down my spine.

“Why were you using the doorbell like a two-year-old child?” He yelled, his voice roaring like thunder.

I remained silent, I was too scared to say a word.

“When you hit the fucking doorbell, you have to give the person time to respond. Did you not know that?” He shouted.

Seriously, I practically gave this man a maximum of 30 seconds when I was pressing the bell. Wasn't that enough time for him to contract his vocal cords and give a response?

He stared at me a few more times before muttering.

“What do you want?”

Wasn't he going to let me inside? I shoved it aside instantly. I hesitated before replying, trying to rack my brain for the perfect words to use.

“Look here, I'm not as jobless as you are. I have things to attend to, say whatever you want to say and get it done with”. He shouted, his voice increasing progressively.

I took a deep breath before mumbling.

“Today, I wanted to visit my home but your bouncers stopped me”. I recited the words slowly, making sure he heard everything.

“Do you have any problem with that?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“No!” I bolted before shrugging. “I mean, yes”.

“Why would you want to visit your home? Everything you would ever need there and more is here”. He replied, stressing the “here” word.

“No, I have something very important to do there”. I mumbled, with a pleading tone.

“And what could that be?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It's personal”. I replied, feigning a serious look.

“In that case, you're not going anywhere”. He bellowed and went inside, slamming the door on my face with a deafening sound.

I stood there dumbfounded for some seconds. Tears visited my eyes gradually, threatening to cascade down my cheeks. I tried to blink them back because crying would only make me feel weak and devastated. I shut my eyes tightly, enduring the peppery sensation it was giving me.

I headed for my room and shut the door behind me. I hated the fact that Adrian was taking advantage of my helplessness. He perceives me to be timid and docile. I wish I could change this impression.

I curled up into a ball on my bed. Come to think of it, Adrian told me to stay out of his business right? Then why was he hell-bent on knowing every detail of what I wanted to do at home? If he wants me to stay out of his business, then why is he interested in mine?

I picked up my phone to call Samuel. Even if it was late in the night, I dialed his number. It rang twice, but he didn't pick up; I gave it three more trials before giving up.

Unlike other nights, sleep was far from me. I tried shutting my eyes to allow sleep to drive me away to the dreamland but to no avail. I decided to see a movie, hoping that sleep would come calling through it.

I love billionaire romance or high school movies, but immediately when I clicked on the YouTube app, a notification popped up. It was an advert for a blue film. I hesitated at first, but curiosity took a better part of me, and I hit the “see more” icon before I knew it.

Honestly, I have never watched a blue film before so it looked kind of weird. The sounds the actors were making while carrying out their explicit acts were very disgusting. I quickly paused the video and shrugged.

It's in my habit to scroll through the comments section each time I watch a movie, sometimes the comments are even better than the movie itself. I was disappointed when I realized that almost all the viewers loved the movie.

I almost threw my phone away when I saw a comment from a particular user, “Adrian Sterling”.